Is
desire that shy introverted third party
at
every conscious inner dialogue?
Is
desire, so silent, so succinct,
mischievously
behind gestures towards speech
with
emotional flashcards in passing?
Desire
is at the nerve center
beneath
body language,
as
a consummate maestro,
bringing
energy to the in-fade of affirmative melody.
Is
desires strummed across the nervous system,
yet
unseen
but
many times rehearsed and performed
before
apparently evident?
Are
desires, ever racing towards the tip of our tongues,
resting out of our conscious
minds,
in
the lean-tos of our dreams?
Desires
seem to out run the darkness of amnesia
and
the stage-fright of senility’s silent call.
Are
desires the product of secret handshakes
towards
consciousness in the mind
between
summer camp participants of impulse
and
the deep refrain of choruses sung
as
future’s calling?
Whatever
this is of it that plays you,
come
to know this first hand,
desire,
as itself,
holds
for us a passage, a re-visitation
into
an energetic honesty realm of self,
where
contradiction, paradox, amorality
and
androgyny live
as
compassionate brothers and sisters
belonging
to the family of oneself,
imploring
us headfirst
with
cause, heritage, and destiny.
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